I, The Winged Bird Poem by Ujjal Mandal

(If someone holds water with hands it will slip away,
And merge into the deep currents) .
The four black hard walls hold me
Captive like a caged bird.
But how foolish are the walls!
They have captured solely a frozen body,
Whose vernal heart has been laid already outside.
The sun paints the rainbow on a drop of dew
When the morning grass that takes a shower
And my heart goes to touch it.
When a rose bud wakes up from the soft bed,
My heart goes to breathe her.
When butterflies play upon the soft flowers,
My heart becomes a butterfly too.
When a cuckoo bird sings the melody
Of unknown songs, my heart
Melts to the tune of string.
When the fountain falls through the bare
Body of the mountain,
My heart goes to have such a shower.
When the clouds like black ribbons catch
The eye of the moon, my heart
Then goes to play hide and seek with them.
When the air smells of sweet flowers,
My heart becomes a flower too.